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 Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 8:40 pm
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Nightmares were the worst of reasons to stir from slumber… unless, of course, being awake appealed more to the senses.
A beautiful evening beckoned the ghoul from out her cracked window, convincing a comfortable monster to slip from beneath the sheets and to take a midnight stroll. She would have gotten up regardless, seeing how the unconscious was no place for Natalia to be at the moment, but it was nice to catch wind of an inviting change of weather; seeing how it had been quite some time since it welcomed warmer clothing, and even longer still since the ghoul was able to leave her room without being bothered to change clothes. White hands were tucked firmly into the pockets of an oversized sweater, legs wrapped in wool stockings that rose high up to hug her thighs, while her feet remained untouched and ready to press against the cool courtyard cement.
Which was exactly where she found herself, meandering with no particular destination in mind. Natalia had every expectation to lose herself in the crisp night air of this particular evening, even if the voice in her head wouldn't give in to her desire for peace and appreciation of the moments at hand.
Where were her friends? What were they doing? Had they, like Renaissance, all graduated? Were they off on their own adult adventures? Were they all truly gone? It was baffling and frustrating. How much time had passed? She couldn't have been gone all THAT long… The silence of the night offered no solace to her. Nothing would seem to do the trick, not for the ghoul who suffered so deeply, but who simultaneously tried to hide every scar she could. She gradually began to stroke the hairs of her tail mid-stride, but when that no longer interested her, those same long fingers began to fiddle with the hem of her attire absently.
Giving a loose thread a firm tug, only to then feel the fabric become taught in response gave the ghoul enough reason to abandon the optimist pep talks, and to instead turn her attention elsewhere. That single pull caused the ends of her sweater to become frayed and disorderly, and for a moment she paused beneath the light of a lamp to evaluate the damage. "
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 9:32 pm
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Natalie wasn't the only monster to have abandoned the idea of sleep for mindless and idle wandering. There was another who'd slipped from between the sheets, who hadn't bothered to change from his evening attire of lounging pants and a white tee shirt. Jory, still relatively new to the school, had attempted to correct an erratic sleep schedule by crawling into bed at a decent hour, but after twenty minutes of staring blankly up at the ceiling above his bed he'd realized how futile his plan had been. Obviously he was going to have to come up with a new plan. Possibly staying up all through the night and the following day so he would be good and tired when evening rolled around. It had it's merits.
The lake had been Jory's destination, and the boil had taken his time as he walked leisurely around it. The water calmed him, reminded him at home. The loc he'd left behind for the promise of higher education. It hadn't been his idea, or his desire, but it had been impossible to dissuade his parents. So here he was, walking around the lake with bright blue eyes running across the top of the water. It calmed him, but it also made him home sick.
The walk back towards the dorms was a quicker affair. The afanc moved across the lawn at a steady pace. Not so much eager to get back to his room, but unwilling to linger out in the open, alone, in the middle of the night. He wasn't scared, per say, but he was skittish by nature.
It was a shock to see someone else out wandering. Not completely unheard of, there were any number of more nocturnal students, but Jory hadn't expected to run into any. He seldom did.
It was an even bigger shock when he got close enough to see the ghoul clearly, and the aquatic boil's scale kissed skin paled dramatically. She was striking, absolutely gorgeous. From long, curling hair calling in dark waves over her shoulders, to the long line of shapely thighs. Jory blinked helplessly, slowing to a stop at the edge of the courtyard as he took her in. Long ears were folded back, and the boil's features had fallen into something very close to panic.
Her hand jerked, she cursed, and those baby blues went impossibly wide as the jumper she wore began to unravel. Her shoulder, the attractive line of her collar bone and lastly her bre-
There was a loud thump as the boil hit the ground.
shia bean Jory say's "how do you girl?!" Poor awkward thing.
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 10:17 pm
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She would have thrown her hands in the air, given in to the weight of the world on her shoulders… if it weren't for the thud. Suddenly there was a mysterious air about the night she walked in. She wasn't as alone as she had first thought. How exciting.
Natalia's citrus eyes were slow to open, her neck steady in its roll on the axis until at last her stilled countenance faced the lump in the short distance. White ears twitched with intent, listening hard for the reveal of this stranger. But when silence followed the commotion, she dared to speak aloud. "Hello?" Her call was soft, sweet, and curious, but the quick n** at her lower lip indicated something perhaps a bit more… playful.
Perhaps fate had thrown one of those very old friends of hers directly on the path she walked. Oh, how she hoped it would be Whisper… or perhaps Yaya… or even Sarias.
… Yes. Any one of those would do nicely.
She stepped away from the light and began to take stride into the darkness even before having her answer. She was teeming with intrigue, the rise and fall of her chest with every breath a balancing act for the garb she wore. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"
… Funny. Even when his scent caught her upwind and its tones proved to be unfamiliar, Natalia continued her hasty walk forward. She would hover above the boil once the boundaries of close and too ******** close were crossed, wearing a wide upon her pale lips.
Because sometimes, even a fresh face would do. "Hello."
Beejoux ;lajksdf so cute it hurts
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 10:38 pm
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Where was he?
Jory was slow to stir, even when a soft voice called into the night. Thin ears didn't immediately pick up on the concern laced melody of dulcet tones. For a brief, heavenly moment the boil was back home, sliding through the cool caress of clear water. Then everything began to darken, the boil groaned, stirring faintly where he'd fallen on the grass. The tips of his fingers pressed into his brow, rubbing at pale flesh before forcing the white of his hair out of his face. The back of his head hurt, likely a result of the sudden fall, and he slid his hand back through snowy locks to massage at the promising rise of an unfriendly knot. "Youch.."
And then he opened his eyes, slowly, blinking into the darkness before baby blues focused upon the full, perfect bow of pale lips hovering above him, and the boil made a strangled helpless noise as he attempted to flatten himself against the lawn. No, that wasn't quite accurate. If it'd been possible he'd have sunk into the ground itself. Just shoot me now!
Since disappearing wasn't an option the aquatic boil slammed his eyes shut, pressing the heels of his palms against them, and with one, gesturing with a pointed finger towards the ghoul's bar shoulder. "Your, um. Your sweater is. It's.." He was tripping over his own words, and already pale skin bleached to purest white. It wasn't the absence of blood, it was a nervous reaction, a sign of strong emotions.
Blindly he reached out, and it was hesitant, and his fingers shook, but he touched the bottom of soft curls before moving down, barely brushing her shoulder and arm. He was searching for the loosened drape of her sweater, and when he found it he lifted it up, hiding the enticing mound of the top of one perfect breast and the sweep of her collar bone. When the backs of his knuckles hit the bottom of her curls he finally opened his eyes again, so so slowly, before blinking up at her.
Okay, so maybe his parent's forcing him to this place wasn't the worst thing after all..
He swallowed, bright eyes flicking down to her lips before rising back to golden eyes. "He-hello." Vaguely he remembered her asking him a question, and he struggled to recall what exactly that was. "Hurt? Not really. Little bump." Success! He'd managed not to stutter. Not he just had to work on his sentence length.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 9:19 am
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Natalia watched him through narrow lids, silently, but appreciatively, regarding the boil's entirety. A swift bend forward and into his touch brought the monster down to a knee, and from there she quickly moved the twisting tendrils out of his way and to the opposite shoulder; leaving only the bareness of her skin in its wake.
A brief look of mock confusion passed over her as the boil gestured, spoke, and then gestured again. Natalia didn't bother to assess the area he hinted at-- she knew.
And she would follow his reach until a swarm of goosebumps rose in the area of contact. And then, on cue, she would shiver. The quake of his own voice as it broke through the nerves brought her lower lip once again beneath her fangs. It had been a long, long time since she last reveled in the company of an assumed novice. An adorable, assumed novice at that.
Seizing the moment of such intimate proximity, Natalia slipped her hand into his quickly, before he could retract it completely, and turned it to press a soft kiss upon those knuckles. Whispering close enough for her breath to spill over the coolness of his flesh, the ghoul's grin grew, "Thank you." before she settled back on her own rear and crossed her legs -- careful not to expose too much more in the way of skin.
In an attempt to to keep his hand still within her fingers, the ghoul idly rubbed her thumb across the surface, trailed her fingers along the palm, and continued. "Tell me, what is a handsome fellow doing out in the middle of the night? Were you with someone? A ghoul, perhaps? Or maybe a boil?" The hike of her brow questioned him honestly, despite the fact that it was meant to be joke. "Or were you spying on me?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 10:11 am
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This entire situation was just not fair.
Had she shivered under the brush of his fingers as he'd pulled her sweater into place, or had he enjoyed that? it was hard to say, and Jory seemed at an absolute lose when the ghoul caught his hand before he could reclaim it. It made him go still, utterly passive as she brought his fingers up so she could press the softness of her lips against his knuckles. Now it was his turn to shiver, and he dropped his gaze, as there would be some hint or clue on how to deal with ghouls hidden in the grass.
There wasn't.
When she sat it pulled his attention back up to her, and pale lips rolled in, pressing together before falling into a puzzled frown. Surely she had better things to do with her time then pay him any real attention. Lovely as she was, there had to be someone around that was more deserving of her time. A boilfriend perhaps, or some other lucky ghoul. Someone muscled, or suitably curvy.
But here she sat, thumb running in important circles over the the back of his hand as delicate fingers explored his palm. "Handsome?" Jory wasn't handsome, at least he didn't think so. He was tall and thin, and incredibly awkward. Insecurities abound. He wasn't the boil that got the pretty ghoul, that was just how it was. "I, er.. I couldn't sleep, so I took a walk around the lake." He was blushing now, a cool shade of blue spreading over his cheeks across the utter paleness. "I-I.. There.. " He was stammering, and she snapped his lips shut and took a deep breath before trying to continue. "I wasn't with anyone. There isn't anyone." Spying on her? The afanc squirmed, free hand raising up to press over his eyes as she ducked his head. "I wasn't spying."
Not that she wasn't worth watching. Jory was finding it difficult not to stare, but that was rude, and he didn't want to be rude. He wasn't sure what was happening, but the pretty ghoul was talking to him, being nice to him, and he didn't want to offend her somehow.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 8:44 pm
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She gave way to a humored chuckle as the boil clamored to accept her claims, or perhaps his retort to each, before a satisfied sigh fell out between her plump lips. “Sleep, hmm?” The tilt of her head sent not only curls from off a shoulder, but slouched the sweater, which denied the boil any of his own comforts, just above the rise of her breast.
Partly due to the visible fluctuation of emotion upon his skin, which fascinated the ghoul as much as it enticed, and partly due to the game she so loved to play; the werelemur left the fall of her blouse be for a second time and reached for the hand which he used to shield his own eyes. “You see," A double meaning. Exposed flesh, her point… whatever worked. "There in lies the problem. If you want a good nights rest, you need someone. Having no one just will not do.” Her gaze remained deep within those that flit and fluttered. A small, lingering smirk did not make for an innocent one. She continued after a moments breath, gradually turning his hand palm up to slide her fingers along the length of his forearm, letting it rest entirely in her lap.
“I find myself in a similar situation, however. ” She bit her lip. "It is quite the coincidence that I should stumble upon someone who also cannot sleep, and who is also very much alone..." From behind the ghoul her tail did unfurl, sliding along the grass until it wrapped loosely around the boil.
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 9:33 pm
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More touching. This time the ghoul had claimed his other hand, drawing it down, flipping it over so pale knuckles rested on equally pale thighs as nimble little fingers slide up his forearm, raising gooseflesh in their wake. He shivered again, and ducked his head , hiding behind the fall of white hair that slid along his cheeks from behind drooping ears. The desire to disappear was strong one, but along with it came something new, something equally as intense. The afanc could have sat there all night if the pretty vision stayed with him, talked to him, touched him. Maybe she was playing games. Maybe it was means to draw amusement, but the feel of those fingers along his skin was intoxicating.
Almost as much as the soft mound of not-quite exposed breast peeking over the slipped neckline of the unraveling sweater. Blue eyes were drawn to it, despite his sorry attempts not to stare. Nervous little flicks, at her face, and the ground, at his hand in her lap, but always back to that tantalizing glimpse.
Until her words truly sank in, then the boil's focus was all on that pretty face, eyes going wide as he realized the implications. "What? I, I, I.. You-" Mindless stammering. He swallowed, and it was probably audible.
The brush of soft fur made him jump, and he looked at her helplessly. Trusting her not to be cruel, trusting her not to play games that would leave him regretting his midnight stroll. He didn't know what to say or what to do. Ghouls were a mystery to him. A new and dangerous breed. It sounded like she wanted to share a bed with him, and he wondered anxiously, maybe hopefully, what exactly that meant. It made him infinitely nervous, and there was the very real impulse to bolt, but he didn't move, because he was still male, and he was still curious. "What do you want from me?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 04, 2013 10:38 pm
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While relaxed in appearance, his question undoubtedly surprised Natalia. The dart of her citrus gaze, to the face of the boil and then back to thin skin of his wrist was fleeting, but carried with it a curiosity of which the two seemed to share. Different reasonings for curiosity, perhaps, but nonetheless-- curious.
Pure enough to quiver at her touch and shy from locking eyes-- yet, still male. With unknown urges and tendencies that Natalia could only assume he had yet to uncover. Innocence was sexy, if not frustrating. Often times feral encounters, with the werelemur in particular, were all in good fun. Most who begged the question he had were willing to participate, even if the fun would lead no where in particular. Hearts would not be broken. Love would not be shared. It was often just… fun. Good, hardy, dirty fun. Yet Natalia had met few who showed such strength in innocence, in addition to primal curiosities. He reminded her of a certain ghoul she missed. A certain ghoul who, like the finned boil, quaked at the sight of her and yet yearned for more.
It was an instant attraction that she had not recognized until just then. And all in the same moment it was decided… if, for whatever reason be it her own inability or his lack of interests, she could not have him in the same way she had once had Whisper… they would at least be the best of friends.
"First…" Natalia turned her attention to the end of her sweater, where the threads were pulled and dangling. She removed one of her hands from his in order to lift the fabric and to shake it gently, before setting the portion back in place and smoothing out the wrinkle. "I want your name." It came out stronger then even she had expected, but became the fashion in which she would address his inquiry. She was firm about her wants, after all.
Releasing him entirely, the ghoul rose to her feet and reached high above her in a stretch, which briefly hiked the hem of her sweater to her upper thigh, before dropping her arms back to her sides. She continued, looking over a shoulder and then back to the boil, extending the hand of choice. He could refuse her now, save him the trouble… or… "And then I want you to follow me."
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 7:55 pm
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The quiet progressions of seconds that followed after the helplessly asked question were long things, weighted and heavy. Jory thought perhaps she wouldn't answer, or worst, that she'd withdraw, slipping away into the night to leave him where he sat with his curiosities and his nerves, and his now restless mind. Sleep would have been a fleeting dream in that case. He'd have lied awake until the early hours, bright eyes open but unseeing. Retracing the curve of dark lips, that alluring bow, and the tantalizing plains of snow white flesh. But she didn't draw away, and he sat incredibly still in the circle of her tail, hands limp and passive in her lap. He watched her as she lifted the edge of her jumper, tugging it back into place, then blue jumped to meet vibrant citrine.
She wanted his name. It made long ears perk, and his shoulders inched down, relaxing minutely. "Jory." He couldn't have disobeyed the strength in her tone if he'd wanted to. So assertive, undeniably firm. So unlike his own stuttering ramblings.
There was a moment of blind panic as she let him go to stand up, but everything seemed to freeze as the ghoul stretched pale arms high over her head, elongating that lovely figure, accentuating alluring curves. He was blushing again when she reached down for his hand, and he blinked stupidly at the curve of her fingers, utterly perplexed, before taking that offer and raising to his feet.
"Where are we going?" because he couldn't help but ask. Never mind where his imagination wandered. Never mind that in that moment Jory didn't actually care where they were headed. In the grande scheme of things, their destination wasn't really all that important.
His palm was cool in her hand, a sure sign of lingering nerves, but he wrapped those long fingers around her much more delicate ones, thumb running in an experimental circle across the backs of her knuckles. Marveling at the feel of her skin, but even more then that, at fact that he was allowed to touch her at all. Jory wasn't exceptionally tall, he couldn't boast toned muscles or charming wit. He was just a boil. Just a nervous, awkward boil that had had the luck to take a walk after midnight. It made him wonder if it could have been anyone, and it wasn't a friendly thought. His fingers squeezed around her's, and he drop his gaze. Rubbing at the back of his neck with his free hand.
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